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Trembling with fear, he forced himself to stand up and knelt before me, clutching my legs.
"I beg you, my lady, please spare me this once. I will serve you like a beast of burden," he pleaded.
I scoffed, and the whip in my hand cracked sharply against his body.
In an attempt to please me, he smiled at me like a dog, kneeling on the ground.
Seeing him like this instantly extinguished my desire to torment him.
Laying hands on such a person would only dirty my hands.
As I walked out of the dungeon, Wang Kun still thought I had spared him, kneeling and repeatedly expressing his gratitude.
But at the moment I took Mu Xuanche's hand, I instructed the burly man, "Dig out his tongue and eyeballs and send them to Jin Ping."
Pulling Mu Xuanche along as we walked out, Wang Kun's furious curses echoed behind us.
It was like the sweetest music to my ears, bringing me endless joy.
The louder he screamed, the happier I became.
Outside the dungeon, the air suddenly felt refreshing; just breathing it in made me feel comfortable all over.
"Mu Xuanche, I suddenly feel quite happy," I said.
I turned around and shouted at him.
He looked at me with a doting gaze, his dark eyes filled with light.
"As long as you're happy."
With a proud smile, I asked him, "What are we going to do next?"
"There's an address on this gold leaf. Would you like to go with me?"
"Sure!"
I nodded in agreement, grinning foolishly at him.
Marry a chicken and follow the chicken; marry a dog and follow the dog. Wherever he went, I would go too.
That afternoon, I left the border with Mu Xuanche and headed into the mountains.
Since the matter was sensitive, we only brought along a strong man to drive.
Sitting in the jeep, I leaned against Mu Xuanche's shoulder.
I placed my hand on his, our fingers intertwined as I played with his hand. His body temperature was noticeably lower than that of an average person, and being close to him felt particularly safe.
The road to the destination was not easy to navigate; the Great Tomb lay deep within a remote mountain.
Before entering the mountains, the burly man found a young man to act as a guide.
The young man was not very old and was of short stature, with sunburned cheeks that were a rosy red. He was also holding onto a dog.
As I got closer, I noticed that this young man had a peculiar smell about him—not unpleasant or foul, but rather a scent reminiscent of earthy soil.
The burly man led the way with the young man in front, while Mu Xuanche held my hand and walked behind.
I deliberately slowed my pace and quietly leaned closer to Mu Xuanche, whispering, "Don't you think that young man seems strange? The earthy smell on him is particularly strong; even farmers working the fields don't smell like that."
"That smell is normal for him," he replied.
Normal.
The fact that he considered it normal made me feel even more uneasy.
"Come on, you must know something," I pressed him.
"That guy is a Dirt Expert," he said.
After giving me that answer, he wouldn’t allow me to ask any further questions and pulled me along ahead.
The term "Dirt Expert" sounded familiar to me. After thinking for a while, I finally recalled that in the movies about tomb raiding I used to watch, those tomb raiders were also referred to as "Dirt Experts."
There were particularly many "Dirt Experts" around Luoyang, which must have been the capital of several dynasties in Ancient Luoyang. Countless nobles had their tombs buried in that area, and it was said that you could kick the ground there and easily uncover some burial goods.
As a result, that place gave rise to many tomb raiders, and there were various factions among them. I wondered if the guy in front of me belonged to one of those factions. No wonder he looked so composed at such a young age; it turned out he was a "Dirt Expert."
With someone leading the way, the entire process went relatively smoothly. The forest we were in was quite vast, and we found ourselves in the center of it. The whole forest resembled a gigantic concave dish, with a flat area in the middle.
The "Dirt Expert" pointed to a hill in the center. "This should be the spot; there's a Great Tomb below."
"No way," I couldn't help but voice my doubt.
Upon hearing my skepticism, he turned to look at me, his face showing a hint of disdain. Perhaps he thought I was just talking nonsense because I was a girl.
"Do you know what the Four Great Evil Sites are?"
Although I had no experience in tomb raiding, I was still knowledgeable about feng shui, having learned quite a bit from He Zhi Yong.
The surrounding forest was filled with dense trees, and even in the low-lying areas, there were bushes as tall as my legs.
But this place was completely barren, the soil showing a faint reddish hue, indicating that something was wrong with this land.
In feng shui, water and soil can nourish people. In good feng shui locations, if you walk in and see livestock and wildlife thriving, it signifies good energy. However, here, it was as if not even a chicken would lay eggs or a bird would nest.
Feng shui also has its levels; residential feng shui can nurture people and improve fortunes.
Great feng shui refers to burial sites that can bless future generations and lead to promotions and wealth.
Seeing the Dirt Expert pursing his lips in silence, I continued, "This place should be one of the Four Great Evil Sites—the Ghost Rider Dragon. From a distance, the green mountains and clear waters resemble a sleeping azure dragon. But right at the dragon's head, there's a significant depression; it seems like the dragon's tendons have been pulled out. The azure dragon isn't just asleep; it's already dead. Therefore, this place is a major cursed site—there's no way anyone would bury a tomb here unless they had offended a feng shui master or were framed."
He stared at me in shock before finally responding, "But the map points to this location."
He looked at us with a face full of grievance, leaving me uncertain about what to say next as we both stood there awkwardly.
In the end, it was Mu Xuanche who broke the silence. "It should definitely be here."
I asked him the reason, and he shared with me the history he knew.
During the Western Han Dynasty, there was a chancellor who, due to his exceptional abilities, was granted the Golden Seal and Purple Ribbons by the emperor, receiving a salary of ten thousand bushels. Most importantly, the emperor conferred upon him the title of Demon Chancellor.
The title of Demon Chancellor came from the fact that this chancellor possessed a Ghost Seal, which was said to summon Yin Soldiers and control spirits for certain tasks of the emperor.
However, this chancellor ultimately met a tragic end. After being set up and killed by the emperor, his entire family was executed as well.
Throughout history, emperors have always been ruthless. The emperor at that time feared that the Demon Chancellor would return for revenge, so he sent someone to find a site with excellent feng shui known as the Dragon's Tomb of Water and transformed it into the Ghost Rider Dragon.
This was where the Demon Chancellor was buried, ensuring that his soul would be sealed and unable to reincarnate for eternity.
Hearing Mu Xuanche mention this made me recall something Cao Jin had told me. When the Dirt Expert took the Han soldiers to dig holes, I asked him about it.
"I heard that you possess the Devouring Blade and can also control Yin Soldiers. Is that true?"
He stared at me coldly, his gaze somewhat disdainful. "You believe in such things?"
So many strange occurrences had happened around me that I actually did believe it; however, I didn't dare tell Mu Xuanche for fear of being hit.
I hadn't expected that the Dirt Expert had quite a few tricks up his sleeve. At first, when I saw him carrying a large bag of items, I thought he was just going to make fun of him.
Now, as he began to pull out items one by one, I realized how impressive they were. There were various tools that I won't even mention, but there were also Black Donkey Hoofs and Dynamite Packs among other things.
The Black Donkey Hoof is specifically designed to deal with Zombies, while the Dynamite Pack is generally used to blow up solid walls after entering.
He raised the strange tool in his hand and examined it closely. It was long, made up of segments, and the end resembled a shovel.
"This must be the legendary Luoyang Shovel," he said.
The Dirt Expert nodded. "Yes, we've already cleared the Tunnel. I'm going to send Blackie down to take a look."
The black dog was known for its ferocity, especially after having bitten someone.
The Dirt Expert placed the black dog into the Tunnel, allowing it to explore while he leisurely lit a cigarette nearby. After finishing his smoke, he pulled the dog back.
"Hehehe..."
The black dog panted heavily, its face filled with excitement. The Dirt Expert reached out and rubbed the dog's head, letting it rest beside him.
"You can go down now; the air is fine."
In movies, they usually used pigeons or something similar to test the air quality. It felt strange that this Dirt Expert chose a black dog instead.
Though I found it odd, I didn't ask any further questions and followed him down into the Tunnel.
The tunnel was narrow, requiring us to bend down and crawl slowly to get through.
Leading the way was the Dirt Expert, I followed in the middle, with the burly man guarding the rear, and Mu Xuanche ahead of me.
As we emerged from the tunnel into the Main Hall, the space opened up significantly.
However, the chill in the air made me feel uneasy; this discomfort was even more intense than what I had felt at the General's Tomb.
The danger of this tomb was likely far greater than we had anticipated outside.
The Dirt Expert carefully adjusted the amount of explosives needed to blast open the stone door at the front.
This sealed first stone door had no mechanisms; the only way to open it was through brute force.
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